I think we’re finally in the swing of things. It’s taken awhile, but I think we’re there? The boxes are gone, we’ve done a ton of yard work — the front yard was a dust bowl when we got here, now it has plants and greenery and it looks great. The back yard is our next battle — we’ve bushwacked back there quite a bit — nothing had been done for probably 15 years. Next, we’re hoping our landlords will pay for materials and we’ll fix it up. We did the front yard out of pocket, but the front is much smaller and we wanted to show we could do a good job.
Our wedding is in 3 months! We’ve gotten the suits ordered, we have an appointment to see rings (from a eco-friendly, queer-friendly, local jeweler), we are mailing invitations today. We’ve had the venue for awhile, we’ve met with our bartender and photographer. We’ve booked our flights and hotel for the honeymoon. Honestly, it feels like we’ve done a lot of the big ticket stuff that you have to do ahead. We still need to finalize what we want to make for food (because we’re doing it ourselves). Oh, and a dozen other little things, like music, decorations, cake, etc.
As for out little dog, he’s doing better, but my goodness it is a lot of work. He’s a chewer, and he’s trying to destroy our stuff. He recently started chewing on my couch (I love my couch), and I was nearly ready to get rid of him. But we’re going to make this work and train him up, and once he’s older he shouldn’t chew so much, anyway. At least, that’s what everyone keeps telling me. It had better be true. He still has a wonderful personality and is just so friendly. It’s hard to be mad at him for long, even when he is truly horrible.
It’s time to get ready for work for me, but I am going to try to start blogging again. Honest.
Disclosure: Not all things are new. Yet.
We, my fiance and I, decided to get a new dog. A month before we move in together. And he’s living with me and going to work with me. His name is Spike, and he seems to be a chihuahua terrier mix. He has a great personality. My cats aren’t exactly happy, but I’m making it work. [I did almost have a breakdown when I couldn’t get them to eat for nearly two days–I’d put their food on the table so the dog couldn’t get it, but they wouldn’t touch it. So I have it in the bedroom, which is blocked off from the dog, and they started eating again. I suspect they wanted their food on the floor, where it ‘belongs.’]
I’ll tell you this. I maybe need to pay a bit more attention to my anxiety levels when I’m making big decisions, such as to get a new pet that I have to train on my own for a month. Especially when it’s a month away from moving.
My packing for said move has more or less stalled, but I’m sure I’ll get back to it this week and weekend. I mean, I don’t have much choice if I’m moving in a little more than three weeks, right?
Wedding planning is mostly on hold until after the move. And I think we’ve finally decided to not worry about house hunting until at least after the wedding. It’s just too much otherwise.
My apartment manager is a complete fuck-tard. My administrator at work has it in for me. My girlfriend’s mom does not like me.
These things are giving me a shit-ton of anxiety in combination. I would say that it might be me, but the apartment manager clearly has “small man” issues and needs to engage in constant power plays, my administrator doesn’t like my boss (and so by extension tries to take it out on me), and my girlfriend’s mom is, sadly, a miserable person.
Here are the good sides of each of those. I am planning on moving out at the end of my lease this March or April. My boss is a great protector for me and will go to bat for me against the administrator. My girlfriend has already and will continue to talk to her mom about acceptable ways of treating me.
But now I am going to eat dinner and binge on Gilmore Girls.